A Walk: Blakeney to Salthouse…






The Dun Cow pub, yum!!

Now home again!

It was windy

In a day of high winds (which have become increasingly common) we decided it was time for a walk. With winds of up 55mph out of the south west we decided to turn right at the end of the driveway and keep them at our back. Such was it that we were literally pushed along the blustery coast path over the marsh to where the Cley Christmas Fair was in progress. The whole village seems to be in the festive spirit.

 Needless to say we bought cake and some home made produce. After fortifying ourselves we pressed on east towards Salthouse.

You can just about make out Marek in his shorts with Bonzo.


The Dun Cow was a welcome sight and we enjoyed a cheeky pub lunch. 

Although we had originally planned to take the Coast Hopper home, we felt that we ought to attempt some more walking after our large meal. 


Cley had lit up by the time we strolled in. Back over the hill to Blakeney we decided it was time for a fire. Another lovely weekend without getting in the car.

Old Kings Lynn





Look at that, could be Cambridge if you didn’t know any better. But here we are in the old section of Kings Lynn. We took a walk along the water front where cafés and pubs are starting to spring up. Then, just a road or two inland, we have these:








Amazing old places aren’t they? We were surprised it wasn’t more bustling.

We did stop here however for a drink and it was very peaceful. Good cider and beer.




But give it time. With plans for more frequent trains to London and Cambridge, Kings Lynn could once more become trendy. Then we will all wish we had bought this place on the water for a mere pittance. But it’s not too late now! Anyone?


The place on the left: £200k


Finding a proper pub at the Earle Arms, Heydon

Earle Arms at Heydon, Norfolk
Earle Arms at Heydon, Norfolk

There is only one road to Heydon and it ends at the gates of Heydon Hall. This is not a place you idly pass through on your way to somewhere else. It is a destination, both in place and time: travel down that quiet lane and you’ll find yourself not only in the village, but in a bygone era whose faint echoes are seldom heard in the wider world.

Heydon Hall in Norfolk
Heydon Hall in Norfolk

Heydon is arranged around the lawn of the village green. There is a church, tea rooms, an excellent wood-fired bakery called Husk (which supplies the Art Cafe, among others), a few cottages, the Hall and the Earle Arms.

The entrance to the pub overlooks the green. Push open the heavy, old door and you step into a wood panelled hallway, with doors leading left and right to the ‘Number 1’ and ‘Number 2’ rooms. Number 2 is laid with white table cloths and cutlery for dinner, while Number 1 is a cosy bar, with a few wooden tables and a glowing old iron woodburner.

My Mum and I took a table close to the fire in Number 1. Each had a silver candelabra, with white candles and old wax.

Bar lounge at the Earle Arms, Heydon in Norfolk
Bar lounge at the Earle Arms, Heydon in Norfolk

There was no sign of any staff for a while, but eventually a lady appeared behind the bar and poured me lime cordial from a heavy crystal decanter. We ordered sandwiches and a plate of ham, egg and chips.

The room looked unchanged from the early part of the 20th century. Taxidermy stares back at you from the walls and the small corner bar, made of wood, is nothing like the giant metal runway strips with illuminated beer pumps you see in most pubs these days. As we waited for our food, the same lady returned and spread a white cotton table cloth for us.

She came back some time later with our food. My Mum proclaimed her tuna sandwich very good, while my ham, egg and chips was superb. The ham, served cold, was in thick, homecooked slices, topped with two eggs and a large portion of freshly fried chips.

The influence of the Heydon estate has preserved the village as an elegant example of rural Norfolk life, cira. 1920. However, there is no cliched feeling of a period theme park about this place and, on the several occasions we’ve visited, we seemed to be the only non-locals present. It is simply a beautiful, quiet village.

As for the Earle Arms, it goes down in my book as a ‘proper pub’. Simple, fresh cooked food, a welcoming fire and a comfortable and cosy atmosphere which compels you to spend time there. I would like to visit again: either on my bike, which seems like the way to reach somewhere like Heydon, or at night, when I can imagine how wonderful their dining room must look, with the glassware and silver reflecting the light of of all those candelabras.

Google Maps link.

Stiffkey Red Lion to the rescue!


Today was a day of Highs and Lows. I won’t bore you with the details, but we may have ended up with a flat tire during a trip to what had started out as a lovely shop. This quickly turned sour when we were asked in no uncertain terms to move the car from the parking lot while we waited for help to arrive. The “get off me land” approach may have soiled the experience a little. They shall remain nameless. Anyway, we vacated the area and headed, instead, to the lovely Stiffkey Red Lion. Our heroes! Now, we have been to this great little pub a few times, and it is one of our favourite coastal pubs. To have this little oasis on a cloudy, windy, and mildly inconvenient day, was a real blessing.

The pub is a real ‘olde world’ style place with beams, crooked walls and ceilings, and loads of fire places. The dog is welcome and Green King ales are on tap, including ‘Stewkey Brew’. There is also a beer garden which will be lovely come summer, a summer room extension, and tv viewing room for sports at the back.

Aside from the fires, the real draw of the place is the food. Today, as I warmed myself, I enjoyed a burger and chips which was excellent, and washed it down with my favourite, Aspall cider.

What is your favourite coastal pub? Be sure to include a link!